Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Minot Judson Savage“A rare, sweet daughter of a wondrous race”
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She flamed with all the old-time prophet’s fire,
And woke again the echoes of that lyre
That from the haunted Saul the clouds could chase,
In her own might the heart of Miriam trace,
Or Deborah, aroused to holy ire
When her loved people did her soul inspire;
Yet lacked she nothing of a woman’s grace.
Would she had lived to right her people’s wrongs,
To thrill and lift them, with her grand soul’s might,
And make them worthy of her noble thought!
But let her Israel still sing her songs,
And in her counsels learn to find delight,
And not in vain her suffering soul has wrought.